You need to remember where you have been.
You need to remember where you are.
You don't need to know where you are going.
You don't need to know where you will end up.
Recognize the familiar.
Take advantage of the unknown.
Welcome to my Cup of Cosmos. Enjoy!
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Sunday, November 30, 2014

Wanderlust Plans

I can’t sleep. This is about the millionth night in a row
where I am flat on my back, wide-awake. As I shed layers, add layers, kick,
toss and turn, put my hair up, take my hair down, wander in and out of my
kitchen, socks or no socks, window open or closed, I have decided that there
are two reasons for this sleeplessness. The first reason–my rem cycle is
attached to a different planet. My sleep strings are being pulled in a
different direction, a different time zone that didn’t exist in Turkey, wasn’t
found in Greece, was lost in Oregon, was absent in Colorado, and has been
missing since returning back to Brooklyn. The second reason that I can’t
sleep–I think 25 is for the birds and my mind is restless.

25 is a sticky mess of trying to “live in the moment” and
“make plans” all at the same time. I juggle with this notion that we all need
to be “planners” and “go-getters.” In a city like New York, you would miss
everything if you started to plan. Planning will get you about as far as a cup
of coffee, and even then, it is better to approach the register and make a last
minute decision, then to plan before hand. Tall? Grande? Caffeine? Decaf?
Hot? Cold? If I had planned to be where I am now, I never, ever would be
sitting in my apartment in Brooklyn, with the job that I have in my cozy
apartment. New York is not a place for planners. This is one of the reasons
that I have come to like New York so well–it never requires a plan or asks for
one. If you plan for the train, you will miss it. If you plan for a fresh
bagel, they will all be sold out. If you plan for a brunch at your favorite
brunch spot, the wait will be a day and a year. If you plan to stay in your
apartment, your landlord will raise the rent by $200.00, forcing you to move
out. If you plan to stay at your job, they will hire you as a temp, and give
you 6 months notice to vacate. If you plan to meet the man of your dreams on
the streets of New York, you will be wandering around this city until you have
blisters the size of golf balls around your heels. New York expects you to keep
your chin up, to jump on the first opportunity or sublet that pops up, and to
go with your gut. New York expects you to eavesdrop, landing you a job through
gossip and mingling. New York pushes you to your limits, moving you forward,
and insists that you keep up. In New York, gut instinct is the key to survival,
and planning would only slow you down and set you back.

At 25, the roads diverge between the “planners” and the
“gut-followers.” Planners begin to settle, they usually have a front lawn, and
they are meticulous in what will happen today, tomorrow, and next year. They
plan around numbers– age, bank accounts, zip codes, area codes, 401-K’s. They
strive to make long lists, checking off every box, and focus much more what
“needs to happen.” The “gut-followers” prefer to be surprised and live moment
to moment. They travel light, refuse to land in one place, and are constantly
on the move. “Gut-followers” rarely follow the rules, drawing outside the lines
and strive on being “different.” They don’t worry about the long term and
figure that everything will work out one way or another.

This isn’t to say that you can’t be a little bit of both…but
at 25, we begin think harder about the life that we want to live and how we
will live it out. Only a few generations ago, everyone was a planner. Once you
got a job, that was the job that you had for the rest of your life. Once you
got married, you bought a house and settled down. Today, there are endless
options. Jobs come and go, we are transient, exploring (for some of us, well
beyond our comfort zone) all the possibilities, and if you are like me, having
too many plans would get in the way of all that life has to offer. However, I
want to be clear–“gut-followers” can get a bad rap. We are not as careless as
we may seem. We are not flakey. We are not as haphazard as it might appear. We
want everything that “planners” want. Chances are, we have a plan, it just
isn’t set in stone. We are flexible. The “gut-followers” just don’t want
everything mapped out, they don’t want to be told what to do, they don’t need
all the answers right away, and they see themselves getting to the same place
as the planner, using a different route, a different timeline and prefer to be
surprised.

Curled up in a cozy armchair on the upper westside, I held
my brand new niece. At a week old, the world is her oyster, and she doesn’t
need to have a plan. She is free to live the life that she chooses. She can
plan as little or as much as she wants. And while I hope to be there for every
milestone she encounters, every setback, every leap forward, every
achievement, I want her to know that as a native New Yorker, she should
follow her gut and:

“Dream, dream, dream
the craziest dreams.” – Arch Bishop Desmond Tutu

…Because 25 years ago no one would have ever planned or
imagined that I would be sitting on the upper westside with my brother and
sister-in-law and baby Matilda sipping a latte in New York City. And because
all of us followed our gut—here she is and here we are.